This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Saturday, 17 February 2018


Good morning peeps.

I used 5HTP to help me sleep last night.
The problem is, it causes vivid dreams which can turn to flashbacks.

I was having nightmares about Winchester, and that turned to flashbacks about the NHS for no apparent reason, so I woke and got up just before 5am.

I made tea in the dark and went down to the sea, I tried calling the Samaritans but I didn't really want to talk, I see little point in talking any more, it got too late a long time ago.

I came home, and made a start on the housework, I put the clothes on a long hot wash, I am washing the bedding and towels today as well.

I am reading an e-book about freelancing, and a paperback book by Cathy Glass, as well as running through the usual work.

Today I will just get on with things, even if I feel a bit rough and depressed. I will finish the downstairs flat, hang the washing out, do the housework here, all the usual stuff.

By the way, if my comments about London offended anyone, I am not gay, I just love annoying the homophobic church of england, so that was for their benefit and not yours.
Well, I'm not very gay anyway. I am only 12 years old, I don't know if I am gay or not, but I can drive a car.

The local Police were for some reason prodded into reading my blog recently. Their policy is: Ignore her, unless forced not to ignore her, and then go and terrorize her for her abusers.
I hope I have hit back hard enough to make them reluctant to harass me, but that nightmare of them raiding my home the other night was very vivid.

It is a cold and clear morning, it was almost a frost but not a hard frost like recent mornings.

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